The Storm

I watch all

Which rages around me,

The people

And their masks,

Their lies and hate,

All they want

And crave

 

Is nothing,

 

All they have

 

Is nothing.

 

There,

Right in the centre,

Where it all began,

Lies a demon,

With a heart

So cold

And filled

 

With evil,

 

But when I see

This demon,

 

 

 

 

It's me.

The End

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